« AnteriorContinuar »
Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you have?
Shal. Marry then,-- Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow.
Fal. Mouldy and Bullcalf :—for you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are past service: and for your part, Bullcalf, -grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.
Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
Fal. Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care Í for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit, Master Shallow.-Here's Wart;-you see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you and discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced fellow, Shadow,-give me this man: he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife. And, for a retreat,-how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. —Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.
Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. Só:—very well: -go to :-very good :-exceeding good.--0, give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot. - Well said, i' faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a tester for thee.
Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end Green, —when I lay at Clement’s-inn, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's show, - there was a little quiver fellow, and he would manage you his piece thus; and he would about and about, and come you in and come you in: rah, tah, tah, would he say; bounce would he say; and away again would he go, and again would he come:-I shall never see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellows will do well, Master Shallow.-God keep you, Master Silence: I will not use many words with you.-Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to-night. --Bardolph, give the soldiers
Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace! as you return, visit my house; let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure I will with you to the court.
Fal. 'Fore God, I would you would, Master Shallow.
Shal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you well.
[Exeunt SHAL. and SIL. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph ; lead the men away. [Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-Street; and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement’s-inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn that his dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: he was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the overscutched huswifes that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the Tilt-yard ; and then he burst his head for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court :-and now has he land and beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him if I return; and it shall go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two stones to me: if the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.
ACT IV. SCENE I.-A Forest in Yorkshire. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS,
and others. Arch. What is this forest call’d? Hast. 'Tis Gualtree Forest, an't shall please your grace.
Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth To know the numbers of our enemies.
Hast. We have sent forth already.
'Tis well done.
Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a Messenger.
Now, what news?
Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out.
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
Arch. Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace,
Then, my lord,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd;
Arch. Wherefore do I this?—so the question stands.
West. When ever yet was your appeal denied; Wherein have you been galled by the king;
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you;
Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth,
West. There is no need of any such redress;
Mowb. Why not to him in part, and to us all
O, my good Lord Mowbray,
Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost,
West. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.